I moved from Texas to Oklahoma in July of 1997. I guess that makes me a Bubba. That's why this is the Bubba's Bog Blog. There are days that I really feel like a 'bogged out Bubba'. Another part of the 'bog motif' is that I once lived in Kermit, Texas (in my 'oilfield' daze). Which is why my CB handle was 'The Frog'. It may have had something to do with 'Sesame Street'. My wife's handle was 'Silly Goose'. I guess that that's a fairly large bird.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Another really...

...interesting report on our hero Little Dickie Durbin. It's entitled Durbin Round-up and it's found at Roscoe's Blog which is an example of why Marines are always welcome in the bog. Of course, Roscoe was a rifleman (all marines are). He just happened to be on temporary duty flying an airplane in close support of other riflemen.

About Me

I had a chat with the Tadpole the other night. I told him that, "The morning of my 80th birthday we are going to go squirrel hunting."
He gets one shot. If he only wounds me, I'll be really pissed off and not be responsible for whatever happens next. I hate getting shot. It always makes me feel so unwanted.

While walking by a pond one day to see what I could see,
I chanced to spot a little frog a'looking up at me.
He climbed onto a lilly pad and hopped up on a log!
Not everyday one gets to see a climbing, hoppy frog.
At first he looked so very sad but then I saw him grin.
I reached right down to tickle him but frogs don't have no chin.
And so I bade him fond farewell, I must be on my way,
I'll see you if I chance to pass this pond again someday! by - Jim